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Pain.
Normally Tsuyu would have been much more happy to receive punishments from Stryker in the forms of slaps across the face or scratches, but she would have never prepared for this amount of pain. Everything went so fast- she was focused on the blood that began to pour out of her neck wound, so focused that she didn't realize the pressure on her hips until they had gave way with a loud 'Crack!'.
For a few seconds, Tsuyu didn't feel anything- it was like time seemed to slow down, because her master wouldn't do something as terrible as take away her back legs' use, would he? He wouldn't cripple her like this, he wouldn't.. He said she was okay here, he said she was useful, that he understood- didn't he? She was confused, so utterly confused.
Then the pain hit her like a bus, and the frog hybrid let out a loud, blood curdling scream. Crimson igor seeped out of her neck wound in heavy drops, her own blood mixing with Dabi's, how ironic. Charcoal irises seemed to stare down into those ice cold ones, dead and lifeless with deaths throes. By this time, Dabi's body was stone cold, and Tsuyu can fallen into his bleeding form, broken lower half uselessly twitching from the pain just running through her body.
Why? Why, why, why?
My legs. My legs. She couldn't hop anymore, she couldn't climb trees, she could barely swim, she couldn't wall walk. Take away the girls legs, and the frog couldn't hop anymore. A frog that couldn't hop had lost its purpose.
Purpose. Purpose. Purpose!
She had no purpose now- she was broken, and those who were broken were to die. She needed to die, she couldn't be useless. But death was so much more of a gift right now than a punishment. If he were to kill her, it would be a reward, a break from her inevitable pain of being a cripple. He could see Tokoyami again, and maybe even Dabi. Idly, her mind laced with unbearable pain, she let dizzy, dead charcoal irises move over to Jerisdie.
Why, why, why?
It was like her mind was fighting with her heart, her last amount of hero attitude telling her that this was wrong. If Stryker cared about her, he wouldn't do this to her. She was his slave, she was in his care, she could trust him- he would never.. This wasn't reality. She was dreaming.
Her mind was telling her different, screaming at her to beg forgiveness. To bow before the almighty God that Stryker had originally been to her- to submit, over and over again, because that's all her mind had been trained to do since he had brainwashed her from the beginning. Her mind warred with her heart, but her heart was no match, as weak as it was when it came to decisions.
She could taste blood, but was it her own? No- hers tasted different. It was nasty, disgusting, foul tasting blood. She gagged again, her shoulders barely holding up the weight of herself and the hulking form of Stryker as he continued to put pressure on the back of her neck, slowly causing her face to press that much harder into the corpse of her once friend.
Her shrieking came to a stop when the pain still continued, she figured it would never stop- she would continue to hate herself like this, she wanted to beg. Her mind won the battle, and Tsuyu sobbed out apologies to her master- to her God, because that's how she viewed the toxic lion over her. A god, someone whom was to be worshiped, and Gods, did Tsuyu worship the grounds he walked on.
"Tsuyu's sorry! She's so sorry! Please, please, please-" She swallowed, her breaths wheezing inwards in heavy gulps, she was trying to breathe despite the obvious hyperventilation and shock going through her body. She wanted to die- she couldn't live without her legs. Without her back legs, she was nothing. She wasn't Froppy without her legs, and the thought of losing her hero name- her villain name- made tears well up at the boundaries of her eye sockets, a rare sight to see. She wasn't one to cry.
"She won't do it again, she'll behave. She'll be a good girl, master, she won't do it again!" She choked out in a panic ramble, apologies spilling out of her mouth as her mind seemed to grow dizzy from shock. She lost her legs. Her legs, her legs, her legs.
Make it stop, make it stop!
Pain.
Normally Tsuyu would have been much more happy to receive punishments from Stryker in the forms of slaps across the face or scratches, but she would have never prepared for this amount of pain. Everything went so fast- she was focused on the blood that began to pour out of her neck wound, so focused that she didn't realize the pressure on her hips until they had gave way with a loud 'Crack!'.
For a few seconds, Tsuyu didn't feel anything- it was like time seemed to slow down, because her master wouldn't do something as terrible as take away her back legs' use, would he? He wouldn't cripple her like this, he wouldn't.. He said she was okay here, he said she was useful, that he understood- didn't he? She was confused, so utterly confused.
Then the pain hit her like a bus, and the frog hybrid let out a loud, blood curdling scream. Crimson igor seeped out of her neck wound in heavy drops, her own blood mixing with Dabi's, how ironic. Charcoal irises seemed to stare down into those ice cold ones, dead and lifeless with deaths throes. By this time, Dabi's body was stone cold, and Tsuyu can fallen into his bleeding form, broken lower half uselessly twitching from the pain just running through her body.
Why? Why, why, why?
My legs. My legs. She couldn't hop anymore, she couldn't climb trees, she could barely swim, she couldn't wall walk. Take away the girls legs, and the frog couldn't hop anymore. A frog that couldn't hop had lost its purpose.
Purpose. Purpose. Purpose!
She had no purpose now- she was broken, and those who were broken were to die. She needed to die, she couldn't be useless. But death was so much more of a gift right now than a punishment. If he were to kill her, it would be a reward, a break from her inevitable pain of being a cripple. He could see Tokoyami again, and maybe even Dabi. Idly, her mind laced with unbearable pain, she let dizzy, dead charcoal irises move over to Jerisdie.
Why, why, why?
It was like her mind was fighting with her heart, her last amount of hero attitude telling her that this was wrong. If Stryker cared about her, he wouldn't do this to her. She was his slave, she was in his care, she could trust him- he would never.. This wasn't reality. She was dreaming.
Her mind was telling her different, screaming at her to beg forgiveness. To bow before the almighty God that Stryker had originally been to her- to submit, over and over again, because that's all her mind had been trained to do since he had brainwashed her from the beginning. Her mind warred with her heart, but her heart was no match, as weak as it was when it came to decisions.
She could taste blood, but was it her own? No- hers tasted different. It was nasty, disgusting, foul tasting blood. She gagged again, her shoulders barely holding up the weight of herself and the hulking form of Stryker as he continued to put pressure on the back of her neck, slowly causing her face to press that much harder into the corpse of her once friend.
Her shrieking came to a stop when the pain still continued, she figured it would never stop- she would continue to hate herself like this, she wanted to beg. Her mind won the battle, and Tsuyu sobbed out apologies to her master- to her God, because that's how she viewed the toxic lion over her. A god, someone whom was to be worshiped, and Gods, did Tsuyu worship the grounds he walked on.
"Tsuyu's sorry! She's so sorry! Please, please, please-" She swallowed, her breaths wheezing inwards in heavy gulps, she was trying to breathe despite the obvious hyperventilation and shock going through her body. She wanted to die- she couldn't live without her legs. Without her back legs, she was nothing. She wasn't Froppy without her legs, and the thought of losing her hero name- her villain name- made tears well up at the boundaries of her eye sockets, a rare sight to see. She wasn't one to cry.
"She won't do it again, she'll behave. She'll be a good girl, master, she won't do it again!" She choked out in a panic ramble, apologies spilling out of her mouth as her mind seemed to grow dizzy from shock. She lost her legs. Her legs, her legs, her legs.
Make it stop, make it stop!
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